Fall is my favorite season in Minnesota. I love the crisp air and the clear, dark nights. I love the instinctive drive to gather food and blankets. But most of all I love the colors — and the light.
The leaves are subdued so far this year, muted by a dry and hot summer. Maybe that’s why I noticed the soft sunlight breaking through this bit of birch bark, giving it the radiance of a stained glass window.
In the words of Mikhail Gorbachev, “Trees are my temples and forests are my cathedrals.”